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To say it has a form would to imply that it has a measurable state of being. But He is more then simply something a person can see. He is more of an experience; a thickness of the air, a slow choking feeling like you are drowning in sludge, a certain claustrophobic feeling of being surrounded.

The sight of such a creature drives one mad.

Personality

The following letter was found in the cell of a mental asylum in the possession of Paul Carrington, twenty four years to the day after his father had gone missing.

My fears proved true, it came to me whence I slept. The images do not lie. Through the darkness slid a wholly unfathomable thing. To say it was an ooze would be not the full truth, as it did make it's way through my cracked window with an unnatural squelching sound, but then it became tough, like that of a muscle. The disgusting head of the creep was a grotesque eye that drooled and dribbled about my bed. The eye was the colour of yellow, like that of stained teeth, but it may have been the darkness that caused this. From the eye a small black tendril would extend, though it seemed much frailer then the main bulk of the thing.

The dreams I dreamt that night were vivid and horrid at the same time. As always, I was in a grey world, like that of our own except with places taken and forced together in a neat little square. Within it, cars drove, money exchanged and the world seemed to go on despite the lack of a presence of people. The beings who could be seen where hardly human, grey skinned being who stared at the displays unfolding. They reacted not to any words or actions, but continued to stare as if I did not exist.

Then a thing approached me, to name it a man would be wrong, but it certainly held the form of a human-shaped being. He, or it, spoke to me, of many things. Of fate, of choice, of reason and logic. At the time it seemed disjointed, the words flowing in a nonsensical manner that vaguely imitated human speech, up until the creature pointed upwards and I drew my attention thus.

Above me was Him, in His glory. It all made sense at that point, the ramblings of the other creature. They all had their place and I had mine in His world. I eagerly took my place amongst those watching from the side, my body washed of colour as one of those he had chosen. And never once more was I Willaim Carrington.

History

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Book of Lzothozsh

Lzothozsh, Devourer Of Minds
A great rip in reality tore from one world to the next as the first tendril of the eldritch Lzothozash forced its way through the seems of existence and madness. The barren plane it left behind had been torn to shreds, harvested as a black muck known as the Corruption. Moving through universes is no easy task and the tired god-thing that this monster was spawned off a new Corruption to go out into this universe and incubate it while Lzothozsh rested.

The Corruption
The Corruption lay claim to a place above the atmospheres of the different planets, resting there for some time. A part of it tore from the gooey essence of the black beast and hurtled for the land, crashing down. Those who had seen the Corruption soon found where it had come from, and were driven mad at the sight of the resting Lzothozsh. Some fled, others were committed, but one man sought out this creature... this Corruption...

Jonathan Black
A man by the name of Jonathan Black sought out the Corruption and became its host. He also volunteered as the prophet of Lzothozsh, going about and preaching of damnation to those who would listen and gathering followers of the eldritch god that forever watched the terra. Over time he grew eternal, the infestation in his body helping him overcome old age and damnation, but steadily, though the cults grew, he knew what would follow.

Finally surrendering himself to fate, Jonathan Black merged with the Corruption and they became one, a synthesis of magic or life and from there bided his time, searching for the individuals to set in place the release of Lzothozsh. But Jonathan was not dead.

Flavaar's and Shaded
A pair of brothers who's last name was Flavaar soon came to be infected and thus influenced by the Corruption. Jonathan's emotions soon came to affect one as he fell for a woman and the man himself for another. As time passed, to continue Lzothozsh's awakening the Corruption created Shaded. Shaded proceeded to infect several individuals with Lzothozsh's spawns, which was actually Jonathan misunderstanding what Lzothozsh aimed to do. As a result, Lzothozsh briefly stirred and acted violently to destroy the spawns before they grew.

One of the brothers became a demi god, purging himself of the Corruption, then his brother (unwillingly, though), before finally assaulting the Corruption itself and being defeated. Shaded too, returned to join the Corruption in being.

Renewal
With the spawns destroyed, Jonathan fled Lzothozsh wrath and control of the Corruption by making himself a mortal body seperate from the being. Unfortunately his short life was ended by one of the Corrupted brothers. Lzothozsh once more stirred to create a new Corruption, this time one that would work now and harvest the bodies of those who became grossly infested rather then joining with them. Little did he know of Jonathans final betrayal; creating a staff that could take the Corruption and turn it into other forms of magic.

Lzothozsh's Story